Out From St. Leonard's

Written By Gary O'Driscoll



In the mid 1960s the news rang out clear
Pack your bags and your nets you must get out of here
Take your picks and your shovels, you rakes and your hoes
The government says you must pack up and go

Well the news it soon spread to the harbours and coves,
That the young people were leaving in hoards and in droves.
For to go to Toronto and follow their goals,
For to go to Placentia to live off the dole.

And it's out from st. leonard's and out from toslow
They'd steam 'cross the bay with their houses in tow
With their beds in the bow and their stoves in the stern
Bound away with their sons and their daughters

Now Skipper Jim Pittman said he wouldn't go,
While there's nets to be mended and hay to be mowed.
He said he'd never work, no matter the pay,
In some hockey stick factory out Stephenville way.

And it's out from St. Leonard's and out from Toslow,
They'd steam cross the bay with their houses in tow.
With their beds in the bow and their stoves in the stern,
Bound away with their sons and their daughters.

Now on all politicians they cursed and they swore,
They rather would fight off in some distant war.
For when they ceased to ramble and they ceased to roam.
They,d like to return to the place they called home.

And it's out from St. Leonard's and out from Toslow,
They'd steam cross the bay with their houses in tow.
With their beds in the bow and their stoves in the stern,
Bound away with their sons and their daughters.


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